She Needs To Be Invited

“Y-you should stop defending me. A-at college, I mean,” Marcy whispered, tugging at the frayed sleeves of her black hoodie. Laura raised an eyebrow, adjusting the cardigan she wore over her flowing yellow sundress. They were sitting together on the porch of Laura’s house, on a bright but cool autumn evening. Marcy had tucked herself back into the shade despite the chill.

“What on earth are you talking about?” Laura slipped her phone back into her cardigan pocket. It had been buzzing intermittently all evening while the two girls had been hanging out, and she had finally relented a few moments earlier, asking Marcy if it was ok to catch up on her texts. Of course, Marcy had said that was fine. Her own phone lay in the pocket of her tattered jeans, dead silent.

“I m-mean…” Marcy gestured at Laura’s phone. “Y-you’re… cool, and popular, and p-p-p-” fuck Marcy had almost said pretty, she usually had a better handle on herself but the way the golden sunshine hit Laura practically made her glow… “P-positive, t-to be around, y’know…?” Marcy finished lamely.

Laura shrugged easily. “I know that. So what?”

“So!!” Marcy tugged more frantically at her sleeves. “So, you shouldn’t… be tainting your image by associating with… s-someone like me…”

Laura cocked her head. Her pretty smile turned into a frown. Marcy could just about bring herself to look at Laura’s lips. Eye contact had always been difficult for her, moreso lately. “But it’s precisely because of those things that I should defend you, Marcy. You’re not a bad person. You’re just… shy, and put-upon, and you have to deal with people being nasty to you for being trans. And more than that basic moral obligation…” she reached out, placed her warm hand over Marcy’s cold, clammy one. Marcy squeaked. No, no, being close to her was… was-!

“You’re my friend, Marcy. I know you’d never do anything to hurt anyone, I trust you. You’re so sweet, and caring, and I want others to be able to appreciate that, you know?”

Marcy squeezed her eyes shut. Fuck. Fuck this was all wrong. When she had asked to come over to Laura’s tonight, she had the script all planned out. Knew exactly what she was going to say to make Laura understand that she had to stay away from her. But as soon as Marcy was close to Laura, it all… fell away…

Laura was such a good person that it hurt. It hurt because Marcy knew that someone, somewhere, deserved to be friends with someone as good as Laura. Someone other than Marcy.

Laura got to her feet, and brushed some imaginary dust from her lap. “If this is about the incident in the changing room earlier, forget it. It doesn’t matter.”

Marcy cringed at the memory. It very much did matter. Those fingers, pointing at her, accusing and jeering and… she crossed her legs instinctively. The same way she had in the changing room.

It wasn’t their fault. Of course the other girls had been disgusted with her. Who could blame them for thinking Marcy was some sort of deranged pervert?

When Jenna Murayama had bent down over the bench next to Marcy to try and grab her phone, god the way she’d stretched, her perfect bubble butt, perfectly exposed, totally naked, and her platinum blonde hair, tucked carelessly behind her shoulder… leaving her long, slender neck perfectly exposed.

The staring had been bad enough. The uncontrollable drooling had been what the other girls had really zeroed in on though.

It was all a blur after that. Jenna sticking her thumb in Marcy’s mouth, spit spilling uncontrollably down the girl’s chin, while Sally Paulson yanked her towel off. Laura marching over, demanding the cackling bullies back off. A brief shouting match while Marcy cowered and clamped her hands over her mouth, chubby thighs pressed together and face beet-red. The only part Marcy remembered clearly, seared into her recollection, was Sally’s threat.

“You really wanna fuck with me, scholarship girl?” She had spat at Laura. “If I speak to my father, he’ll be more than happy to put in a bad word with the dean. You and that freak will be out of here like-”

The following slap would have punctuated Sarah’s point perfectly, if Laura hadn’t been the one delivering it. It had silenced Sarah instantly, along with the rest of the room.

Marcy clutched her head in her hands, panic rising in her throat like bile. Shit. Laura was going to mess up her entire life if she kept trying to protect Marcy. She didn’t know what she’d do if she ended up being responsible for her only friend being kicked out of college-!

“Come on. It’s getting chilly.” Laura said, holding a hand out. Marcy shivered, looking up at her. She needed to… needed to go home… get herself away from Laura…

But Laura was pretty, and Marcy was weak. The soft flush of her cheeks, the easy kindness of her smile, the delicate veins running under the pale skin on her wrist, just visible under her cardigan sleeve, and still Marcy couldn’t quite look into her eyes. Despite all the time they spent together, Marcy didn’t even really know what colour they were, only that they were piercing and beautiful.

Marcy shakily took Laura’s hand, followed her over to the door. She wished she could tell herself she paused at the threshold because she was coming to her senses, but that wasn’t it at all.

Laura turned, frowning. Her hand slipped free of Marcy’s.

This is my chance. I can just turn and go-

“Are you coming in?”

“I-I… um… sorry…”

Laura sighed. Marcy imagined her eyes rolling. “Marcy, I’m not sure how many times I have to tell you’re allowed in. It’s fine.”

Squeezing her eyes shut, overwhelmed by shame, guilt and fear, and duly invited, the vampire Marcilla stepped across the threshold into Laura’s house.

It was still light out, but the interior of the building was gloomy. Laura had the place to herself tonight. At her insistence, the two of them moved to the couch in the living room. Marcy tried to bunch herself up on one end, but Laura just laughed.

“What are you being so shy for?” she asked with a sly smile, shuffling over and cuddling into Marcy. Laura was shorter than her, and had told Marcy before that she liked being close to her. The other girl’s size made her feel… safe.

If Marcy had been able to catch her breath, she’d have let out a strangled laugh thinking about that. Instead, she concentrated on staying as stock-still as possible as her friend pressed herself in.
Laura wasn’t safe at all. Her warmth, the teasing, enticing softness of her breasts pressed against Marcy’s meagre chest, the softness of her breaths through her plump, alluring lips, the thud-thud, thud-thud of Laura’s heart that Marcy could hear roaring in her ears. A confusing and overwhelming cocktail of desires rushed through Marcy’s body, and to her shame she couldn’t even wholly blame her recently-awakened vampiric instincts; something stirred between her legs, something stirred by a dark, urgent attraction that long predated her turning.

It hadn’t always been this fraught. When Laura had first approached Marcy, and declared her intention to take the friendless girl in the back of their Humanities elective under her wing, it had been a dream come true. Marcy had never really gotten on with the rest of Laura’s friends, but it had still felt nice to be included and invited to stuff, and Marcy found herself spending so much time alone with Laura herself, getting to know her, feeling warm and safe and accepted…

Then the football away game. Marcy had been invited along by Laura, but had gotten lost in the crowd, all turned around and panicky until a beautiful cheerleader had emerged from the throng of eager spectators, asking if Marcy was ok, and Marcy remembered thinking it was odd because this cheerleader was wearing the grey-and-black uniform of the other team, what was she doing on this side of the field-?

And then Alice (Marcy didn’t remember how, but she knew she’d learned the girl’s name was Alice) had pulled her into a secluded area under the bleachers, hidden from the harsh LED lights and Marcy’s heart had been about to beat out of her chest, even as she felt guilty for wanting a girl who wasn’t Laura to kiss her, and in that moment she realised for the first time just how strongly she felt for Laura-

“Mmm… I really need a bite before we do the routine. I’m famished.”

And then two twin needle-points in Marcy’s neck, thrashing and whimpering and-

“Hhaa… such a good meal for me! Pretty little nerds like you make the best pick-me-ups. Nobody ever misses you. What did you say your name was, again?”

“M-Marcilla…” The blood loss left Marcy so woozy she hadn’t shortened her name. Usually she was too embarrassed to tell people that she had picked something so… gothic for herself. She’d hoped she’d grow into it someday.

Alice had laughed. “Well, I was just going to dump your body under these bleachers, but with a name like that… I can’t not turn you, can I?~”

“T-turn…?”

“Mhm. You should consider it a gift. I was like you once. Small. Pathetic. Forgotten. But with what I’m going to give you, everything will change… even…” Alice paused, her thoughtfulness a sharp contrast to the fog overtaking Marcy’s mind, “… what was her name? You bleated it a few times, when you thought you were going to die.”

“L-Laura…” Marcy breathed.

“Mmm. With the gift I’ll bestow on you, that bitch will be putty in your hands. One glance into your eyes and she’ll be yours. I’ll be rooting for you, Marcilla~”

And Alice had bitten her own tongue, then pulled Marcy in close, and Marcy was so, so ashamed of how she had melted into the monster’s kiss as vampiric blood spilled into her mouth-

The next thing Marcy remembered was coming to, on the bus back from the game, leaning against Laura’s soft, perfect body… and for the first time, feeling the awful hunger that now consumed every moment she spent around her only friend.

The same hunger that grew within her like a lengthening shadow at dusk, as Laura’s breathing slowed. As she relaxed. Made herself utterly… totally vulnerable…

Marcy wiped the drool from her chin with a shaking hand. No, no, she couldn’t… she couldn’t betray Laura like that… Laura had done so much for her!

“Mm… you’re kinda cold, Marcy… here, let me just…”

Laura shifted, and wrapped an arm around Marcy, resting her head on her chest… and in the process, left her neck utterly exposed.

Marcy started to pant. Her heart crashed against her chest, the superficial tenor of the undead organ still vulnerable to the kind of mind-fogging panic response Marcy was experiencing right now. Fuck. Fuck it wasn’t fair. Someone had finally stood up for Marcy, had chosen to put their trust in her, and, and…

One bite. One swift move of her jaw, and thick red pleasure would wash over Marcy’s parched mouth, leaving Laura as pliant and weak as Marcy herself had been in Alice’s arms, glassy-eyed and eager to please, spreading her legs for Marcy, eager and dripping and desperate-

With a start, Marcy realised that her fangs were a fraction of an inch from the back of Laura’s neck, that she was harder than she had ever been in her life, that she could practically hear Alice cheering her on in the back of her mind, and fuck it was going to feel so good it’d be the best feeling in Marcy’s whole worthless pathetic unlife if she just took Laura-

“No!” Marcy squealed, roughly shoving Laura back on the couch. The force of it toppled Marcy over, and the vampire fell flat on the thick rug on the floor, face-first. She looked back up at Laura, who was staring at her, dumbfounded.

“Marcy? Are you ok? I’m sorry, I should have asked if you wanted me to get so close-” Laura made to get up, and Marcy rolled onto her back, scrambling away.

“S-stay away from me! I’m not… you’re not safe…”

Laura’s at least didn’t make to move off the couch this time. “This again? Marcy, really, I promise you’re fine. I like being around you!”

Shit. Why did she have to be so nice? Marcy squeezed her eyes shut, steeled herself. The only way to make her understand was to show her!

Marcy got to her knees, pulled her lips back… and exposed her fangs to Laura.

“Sh-shee? I’b… a moshter…” she whimpered, the words coming out soft and warped as she strained to expose everything.

That seemed to finally get through to Laura. She gasped, and she paled, visible even in the gloomy living room. Her eyes probably widened, but if ever there were a time when Marcy couldn’t bear to see how Laura was looking at her, it was now. Laura was a smart girl. She knew Marcy would never lie to her about something so serious, and she spent enough time around Marcy that this was probably explaining a lot of odd behaviour she’d noticed in passing.

“What… wait, are those… you’re… really a vampire…”

Marcy nodded frantically. Thank god, she was finally understanding! “Y-yes! It’s… it’s why I’m s-so pale, why I’ve started avoiding sunlight… i-it’s why I need you to invite me in…”

She clasped her hands together, looking up at Laura as best she could. “A-and why I… I get so weird a-around you… you… you smell so good… l-like you’d taste so good…” Wait, what was Marcy saying now? She was getting carried away- “You’re so pretty and s-sweet and perfect and everything about me just wants you… I just… s-struggle to control myself…”

Tears began to roll down Marcy’s cheeks. This was it. She had to do it. She… she loved Laura. If protecting her meant exposing herself like this… burning her bridges with the other girl forever…

“I-if I keep being close to you… I’m… g-going to do something really bad… th-that’s why I want you to… s-stop associating with me… and stop protecting me… b-because even though you believe in me, I can’t… live up to that…” Marcy pressed her head against the rug. “So please, Laura… send me away. I-I’m sorry, I’m weak and I… I need you to tell me. Please.”

Marcy knew herself. She was weak. Unless Laura pushed her away, said the words herself, Marcy knew she’d just find herself drawn back to the girl.

“Oh… oh, Marcy, dear…”

Silence for several seconds. Then she heard Laura wordlessly slipping off the couch, walking across the living room. Marcy dared a glance up, half-expecting a foot to come crashing down on her head to keep her in her place, a disgusted glare twisting a pretty face, but nothing of the sort came. Laura was standing at the mantelpiece, examining some strange statue, a souvenir her parents had brought back from one of their many work trips, like the one they were on now. From this angle, Marcy couldn’t see what it was, only that it had some wickedly sharp angles.

Laura picked the statue up, peered closely at it.

Then, quick as a flash, so fast Marcy barely even followed the motion, Laura slashed her thumb across one of the statue’s sharpest points.

Marcy’s heart stopped dead.

No no no no no no-

Her vampiric gaze pierced the gloom. Even from across the room, she saw the fat drop of blood beading at the end of Laura’s thumb, so red it practically glowed. She had seconds before the taste of it travelled across the air and hit her.

- no no no no no no-!

With Herculean effort, Marcy tore her gaze away from the thick red jewel on Laura’s thumbpad, and looked up at the girl’s face. At her… smile…

“Marcy. I trust you.”

The vampire knew she needed to get up. Get up and run right now, or something terrible was going to happen. She still had time, she hadn’t caught Laura’s scent yet-

But it wasn’t Laura’s scent that held her in place. It was Laura’s open, trusting smile. Her unshakeable faith in her friend. Despite everything, Marcy’s hideous instincts, her gnawing hunger, the sharp fangs in her mouth she nervously ran her tongue over and the twitching, urging thing between her legs, she so deeply, desperately wanted to prove that Laura’s trust in her was justified.

Laura was sitting on the sofa again, legs crossed… thumb held out. Marcy didn’t need to be instructed, shuffling over so she was kneeling in front of her friend, breath shallow, eyes glassy. Something about this felt… right…

“I said I still trust you, Marcy. And of course I do. But… well, maybe it’s more accurate to say I believe in you. You… hid being a vampire from me. And that hurt. But you did the right thing by telling me. That’s why I’m giving you this chance to prove yourself to me. I really believe you’re not going to do anything to me. You’d never prey on me. Even if I gave you a taste of what you want. Right?”

Fuck. Marcy knew she had to run, now.

But even in the gloom, Laura was pretty, and so Marcy was weak.

“N-never…” whimpered Marcy, daring a glance up at Laura’s face. At her eyes. Shimmering hazel, almost gold. Utterly beautiful.

And for just a moment, a chill ran through Marcy as in Laura’s wide, pretty eyes, there was the briefest flash of an expression Marcy recognised very well, one she had seen reflected back at her when she locked her phone screen after a night spent touching herself to the selfies Laura had sent her.

Hunger.

And then the first bead of Laura’s blood dripped from the end of her thumb, and landed in Marcy’s mouth, and suddenly nothing else in the entire world mattered.

“Nnnhh…” Marcy gasped, as the tiny droplet of liquid fire traced a path down her tongue. God. God it was so good. It was so much better than Marcy had ever dared to imagine. After weeks of any human food tasting like grey pulp, a bare nutrient paste that barely sustained her, the burst of rich, complex flavour in Laura’s blood was a revelation. But more than the taste, it sent a shock through Marcy’s body, every undead nerve ending in her body lighting up… especially between her legs.

“Gosh. You really are a vampire, aren’t you?” Laura mused to herself, peering curiously at Marcy’s reaction. “You reacted so… strongly to the taste of my blood. Even just a droplet. Would you react like that to anyone’s?”

Marcy blinked. That was… an odd question. Wasn’t it? But… Laura believed in Marcy. She wanted Laura to believe in her. So there was no reason to lie.

“I-I… no… nothing else has ever… made me feel like this…”

It was the truth. Marcy’s head had never felt this scrambled, and to be like this from only a tiny droplet of blood was… exhilarating…

That exhilaration turned to stomach-churning fear in a heartbeat as Laura’s mouth (where Marcy’s gaze now rested again, back in her comfort zone) for the first time that evening, twisted suspiciously. “Does that mean you’ve tasted another girl’s blood?”

“U-um!” Marcy began shaking. Oh god. She hadn’t thought through the implications of her answer.

No use hiding it. Not from her.

“I-I… um… r-remember when… your friends wanted to go to that nightclub? A-and there was… kind of a miscommunication and I… th-thought I was invited…”

Normally this was where Laura would reassure Marcy that no, it hadn’t been a miscommunication at all, she had been invited and was more than welcome, and her friends had just been deliberately unpleasant… which was why her dead silence was deeply unnerving to Marcy. As was her sharp tone when she finally said, “Yes, I remember. When those drunken skanks started hitting on you.”

Marcy squirmed. The two girls, she didn’t remember their names, had been a little older than her, one in a leopard-print tube-top and the other in a cocktail dress that barely reached past the end of her ass. They had started chatting to Marcy, and she had been convinced it must have been some kind of obscene prank, as the two women, soaked in cheap perfume and stinking of booze, squeezed her between them, their obscene tits, leaving Marcy sweating and gasping, her hands pressed into her lap to hide her… shame…

“W-well… um… when you had to step away… to go to the bathroom…” Marcy thankfully still had enough presence of mind not to say with that furious expression on your face, “… th-they… asked me to bite them… th-they spotted my fangs, you see, but just thought I had sharp teeth, a-and they said it was kinda cool, and, um…”

“And you took advantage of them?” Laura’s tone was utterly cold now.

“N-no!” Marcy almost shrieked. “N-no, they, they asked me to, and kept t-telling me to do it harder, and laughing at me, a-and… eventually I… broke the skin…”

Marcy still occasionally woke up in a cold sweat thinking about the way those girls had moaned, their low, husky voices pushed high by the sharp sting of her fangs. This wake-up call was usually accompanied by something she had to… attend to, between her legs. Fuck, those girls had been… h-hot…

Laura leaned down. Marcy’s heart leapt into her throat as those gorgeous shimmering eyes held her own dull grey ones. The intensity of Laura’s glare was stomach-turning. “And while I was in the bathroom, leaving you on your own for less than five fucking minutes, you were happily gorging yourself on another woman’s blood? No, two other women’s blood? I bet you enjoyed it, huh? Did it taste good? Was it better than mine?”

Marcy almost had the presence of mind to wonder why Laura was acting the way she was… and then another bead of blood dripped from Laura’s thumb, between her lips, and her brain blanked out again. The truth spilled out, unconsidered and unadulterated and terrified.

“No! N-no, it… I didn’t… I wanted you to c-come back and save me… I didn’t know wh-what to do without you, I just got… s-swept along with them…” Marcy felt a momentary wave of disgust at the memory. “A-and their blood was… um… i-it tasted good… at the time… but it was putrid compared to yours… it tasted of booze and cigarettes a-and yours is so clean and pure and I could drink it forever and ever, n-no matter what you ate or what you put in your body it’s just… d-divine…” she sighed.

In a flash, Laura’s expression was kind again. “I see. So really, they took advantage of you, right? I do wish you had told me, but I suppose it can’t be helped when you’re so shy…”

Marcy’s heart almost leapt out of her chest, joy flooding her body instantly. Really? Laura… understood? She wasn’t mad at her?

Somewhere in the depths of her fogged up brain, she felt a little confused by what Laura was asking, but knowing the girl she loved didn’t hate her was enough for her to dismiss any confusion she might have felt.

Especially when Laura patted her lap.

“Come sit, Marcy. I feel like… I understand you better now. I still trust you to be close to me.”

Marcy’s supernatural speed had her there in the blink of an eye. It felt almost… awkward… to be sitting in Laura’s lap, they’d never done this before, especially because Marcy was so much taller than Laura, but then she felt the other girl’s hand pushing gently but firmly against her small, sensitive chest (and she did not enjoy the contact she would not enjoy the contact this didn’t feel good this didn’t feel good) as Marcy was laid back against the armrest of the sofa.

“Th-thank you-”

“Hush, dear,” Marcy was interrupted as Laura casually, almost offhandedly, stuck her pricked thumb in Marcy’s mouth.

“Mmmmmff-!”

“So essentially… you can control your urges, if I’m around, right?” Laura asked, ignoring Marcy’s muffled squeal of pleasure. Fuck fuck the blood was right there it tasted good Laura tasted so good, Marcy fought with everything she had not to lap at the tiny cut with her tongue-

“If it’s for me… you can restrain your impulses…”

Marcy nodded. She could. She… she would… for a moment, Marcy felt a swell of hope. Maybe… maybe she didn’t have to leave Laura. Maybe Laura could help her…

Laura leaned down, and for a brief, elated moment, Marcy couldn’t banish the intense hope that Laura would slip her thumb free of Marcy’s mouth, that the taste of blood would be replaced by an intense, deep, loving kiss, the kind she had always dreamed of receiving from Laura long before she had been turned into this… creature…

Instead, Laura’s lips brushed Marcy’s ear. “You fucking liar,” she breathed, soft and vicious.

Fear, totalising and primal fear, crashed through Marcy’s body, tensing and causing something to twitch-

Right as Laura put her hand on it.

“You think I didn’t notice this?” she whispered, her soft hand resting on the thick, throbbing outline of Marcy’s cock in her ragged, ratty jeans.

Marcy shook, but was able to keep herself from jerking and thrashing in alarm. Laura’s thumb was… right by her fangs… if she pierced her skin, it would all be over…

“I’gmm… sshhorryyy…” was all she could grunt in her defence, around the digit in her mouth.

“You should be. Because you haven’t been honest with me, Marcy.” Laura deftly unbuttoned Marcy’s pants one-handed, and in a moment her hand was pressing against Marcy’s thick bulge, easily visible through her faded, beige panties, with a growing wet spot right at the tip. “You told me you’ve been… ‘weird’ around me because you were turned into a vampire. But we both know that’s little more than a self-serving excuse, don’t we?”

Marcy couldn’t help it. Even when she was angry Laura’s voice was so pretty. Her hand was so soft and gentle. And her blood made it impossible to think about how bad of an idea it was to buck her hips, grinding against Laura’s palm. “Mmmmghh…”

Marcy was glad her eyes were unfocused. Imagining the look of pure, unfiltered disgust on Laura’s face was bad enough, seeing the real thing might have been enough to kill Marcy all over again.

“Oh? You like this, huh?” Laura asked. There was a teasing lilt to her voice, the same as when she had pulled Marcy closer to her earlier, but it was so much colder now… which made it all the more surprising when Laura began to move her hand, up and down, gently stroking Marcy’s cock while the poor vampire’s hips continued to helplessly shake. Fuck. Nobody else had ever done it for Marcy before, and she had no idea if the shivering waves of pleasure which ravaged her poor, overstimulated body were a result of her vampiric affliction heightening her senses, or simply that the girl she loved was… not ‘jerking her off’, that term was too vulgar, she couldn’t possibly associate it with Laura, but… t-touching her…

“How many times did you fantasise about doing this? How many times did you fuck your hand while imagining some pretty skank cradling you like this, feeling up your cock?” Laura hissed, her pace not slowing at all. Marcy moaned pathetically; with Laura’s thumb still in her mouth (and with the slow drip-drip-drip of blood utterly scrambling her senses) there was no way at all she could reply.

“I bet it was dozens. Hundreds. Long before you were turned. The only reason you told me you were a vampire is because those urges aren’t your fault, right? They’re in you because someone else put them there, so I wouldn’t be disgusted by you. I could send you away, and you could feel good about ‘protecting’ me, without my knowing that this is part of you, and always has been.”

The way Laura was talking about Marcy almost sounded like Jenna or Sally, and Marcy hated that it didn’t help her become any more lucid, because she had fantasised about the other girls, dared to believe, in brief, delusional, pre-orgasmic hazes that their bullying was just a front for some twisted crush, that if Marcy just said the right things then maybe their lips would… p-press against hers…!

“You’ve dreamed about fucking me, haven’t you?”

Marcy nodded as much as she could, which wasn’t much at all, tried to look pleadingly at the other woman for understanding and hated herself as her eyes caught on Laura’s breasts instead, their soft, comforting weight practically pushed against Marcy’s stomach, a further assault against her rapidly degenerating faculties. Fuck, of course she had, how could she not? Laura was so perfect, the kindest, most loving person Marcy had ever met, the only person who had ever fully accepted her, caring and beautiful and the vampire had hated herself every second she had dreamed about defiling Laura’s perfection with her thick, ugly, throbbing cock, moreso after she had been turned and the fantasies started to include sinking her teeth into her neck, that gorgeous voice’s pained whimpers and moans of pleasure melding together as Marcy took what she needed…

Fuck. Fuck she was close. She couldn’t… not here… not in front of Laura-!

But Laura could feel how Marcy was twitching against her hand, must have known that she was close. She leaned in again, her gorgeous lips brushing against Marcy’s ear.

“And you know what? Maybe, if you’d just been honest from the start about the kind of person you are… I’d have let you.”

Marcy squealed, her hips jerking as she came, thick globs of cum soaking her panties and staining Laura’s long, dainty, beautiful fingers as pleasure shot through her body-

And in a moment of blinding, overwhelming bliss, Marcy’s jaw clamped down, and her left fang pierced Laura’s thumb.

“Ghhhh…” Laura shivered, a reaction Marcy barely registered as hot blood flooded her mouth, her brain whiting out entirely as she suckled desperately at the wound, at the same time as she continued to brainlessly hump her hips into Laura’s hand. She was in such a haze that her usual discomfort briefly lapsed, and her eyes slipped up, and met Laura’s own.

Marcy had almost convinced herself she had imagined it before. But there was no mistaking it now.

Shallow breaths. Red cheeks. Dilated pupils.

Hunger.

And curiosity too, lurid and leering as Laura’s beautiful shimmering eyes peered down at Marcy.

“Mmmff… gosh, you’re such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” Laura breathed. She made no move to withdraw her wounded thumb from Marcy’s mouth, or move her hand away from the vampire’s cock, which was still hard. That was another change the vampirism had brought, and Marcy tried her best not to think of how many all-nighters she’d pulled rutting her hand to indecent fantasies about Laura since she had been turned. Laura seemed perfectly happy to lay Marcy in her lap, and give her what she needed.

Soft bliss began to descend on Marcy like a thick blanket, as she really, fully lost herself in Laura’s eyes for the first time. Laura was… taking care of her… she knew about all the bad stuff but she was still looking after her-

“Hey. Why are you looking into my eyes like that? You gonna try and… I don’t know, enthrall me or something?”

Marcy was so terrified she did the unthinkable; stopped suckling Laura’s thumb, left that sweet, divine, coppery nectar running down her chin so she could reply properly.

“N-no! I mean… I-I think I can, th-the girl who turned me said I’d be able to, but… but I can’t use it on other people, that would be… wrong…”

Laura’s gaze was intense. “Not even on people who are mistreating you?”

Marcy blinked, but for once, didn’t look away. Even though fear’s soft fingers were running up her spine, she found that looking away from Laura’s eyes was… impossible. “I… o-on Jenna or Sally…? No, I-”

“Pathetic.”

Marcy felt like she had been slapped as Laura glared down at her. “You could have stopped them whenever you wanted. I got threatened protecting you, you know. I could lose my scholarship. And all you had to do was look them in the eyes, and tell them to stop bullying you.”

“N-no, I’d never… controlling them is… th-that would be evil…” Marcy whimpered. “I don’t want to… h-hurt anyone…”

“It’s a little late for that,” Laura pushed her thumb against Marcy’s lips again, and she was helpless against her urge to lap pathetically at the blood still leaking from the puncture, even as her eyes remained locked with Laura’s. Suddenly, the hand rubbing Marcy’s cock slowed. Impatiently, Laura hooked a thumb in Marcy’s waistband, finally exposing her hard, twitching cock to the cool air of the house. “So… why not use your little power on me?”

Marcy whimpered in confusion around the thumb in her mouth.

Laura elaborated. “Just once. Just a little. To show me you can do it. That when we’re back on campus, you’ll make this little bullying problem go away. Tell me to start rubbing you again. Tell me to offer you my neck so you can drink properly. Tell me to be nice to you. I’m telling you it’s ok. You can put whatever order you want in my mind.”

Months of utterly filthy fantasies flashed through Marcy’s mind in an instant. Laura flipping up her sundress with a sly look on her face, Laura gagging on Marcy’s cock as twin streaks of mascara ran down her cheeks, Laura sitting in Marcy’s lap in class, not caring who was watching them as she peppered little kisses on the vampire girl’s neck, Laura whispering ‘I love you, I love you, I love you’ softly in Marcy’s ear while she hilted inside her-

The wave of shame and guilt was so intense that Marcy finally had to look away from Laura’s eyes, staring fixedly at the sofa cushions.

“Ugh. Some monster,” Laura muttered… before hooking her arms under Marcy’s, and in an instant, they had shifted positions, Laura lying back on the couch, golden hair fanned beneath her, Marcy held close on top of her. Marcy whimpered, squirmed, but for all the supernatural strength her turning had bestowed on her, it drained out of her instantly as she was pressed against Laura’s tits, so soft against her own aching, sensitive buds… and the realisation that something of hers was pressing against Laura in an even more sensitive spot, that Laura’s sundress was hitched up around her hips, and that- that she wasn’t wearing any-

Sweat beaded on Marcy’s forehead as she realised her cock was pressed against Laura’s smooth, soft cunt. It was… almost the same position she had imagined in her last fantasy, of Laura whispering sweet things in her ear…

“You really are a coward, aren’t you?” Laura hissed, and Marcy was yanked back to the present, although all she could do was whine inquisitively. In answer, Laura took Marcy’s face between her hands, pulled the vampire down so close that she had no choice but to lock eyes with the mortal girl. Marcy’s body was on fire, every sensation amplified tenfold as she tensed hard, trying to stop herself from losing everything in the soft comfort of Laura’s body, from… th-thrusting forward. She tried to focus on the feeling of a single drop of blood, sliding down her chin, to distract herself. Laura continued, “You can’t even get over your little eye contact issue for me? For the girl you love? Or…” A smirk so cruel that Marcy barely had time to process the flash of panic she felt as Laura revealed she knew Marcy was in love with her, “… were you just enjoying having me protect you? Did you get a guilty little thrill from that?~”

Guilt. Guilt. Guilt.

Marcy was nothing but guilt. It had never even occurred to her to use her powers on Jenna, or Sarah, or anyone else who hassled her and who Laura had to protect her from. But that had been for moral reasons, right? Marcy hadn’t thought about it as a way to keep Laura protecting her…

But god it felt nice. It felt so nice when Laura stood up for her. When someone believed in her so utterly, so purely. And the thought, insidious and corrosive, started to sink straight into her subconscious. Maybe she hadn’t done it on purpose. But the fact that it had never even occurred to her to do anything but rely on Laura… even rationalised it as the moral thing to do…

“I’m sorry…” Marcy gasped, so quiet she barely heard herself. She was… she was the worst. A monster. Even though she’d tried so hard to protect Laura from her instincts, even though Laura had given her chance after chance, really, she had been taking advantage of her this whole time. Using her only friend to feel good. She wasn’t… wasn’t worthy of the trust Laura had shown her-!

The droplet of blood, running down Marcy’s chin, finally fell onto Laura’s face. It splashed her lips, stained them crimson.

Fuck.

Laura was pretty. And Marcy was weak.

And just like before, when they had been cuddling on this couch (which felt like a thousand years ago now), Marcy moved so fast she couldn’t be stopped by Laura’s weak mortal grip, her jaw clenching around Laura’s throat, her cock weakly pressing against her leaking cunt, her whole lanky, undead form shivering with anticipation and dread and guilt and lust and hunger-

And still, Marcy hesitated.

No. No. No. She… she wouldn’t hurt Laura. Marcy’s fangs were pressed into her soft skin, enough to draw a little hitched breath from Laura, but not enough to draw blood. She could… still pull back… still be the girl Laura thought she was, and not the monster Marcy feared herself to be-!

“Ugh. I knew you couldn’t do it.”

Marcy had never been shot before, but she imagined this was what is must feel like.

“Do what you want,” Laura muttered, disappointment thick in her voice. “Make me your thrall, or whatever. Better you do it to me than some poor girl on campus, right? At least I can keep them safe from you.”

The guilt had been bad enough.

The despair was worse.

Hot tears streamed down Marcy’s face again. Rational thought disappeared.

Marcy hated feeling this.

Marcy wanted to feel better.

Laura felt good.

Laura would make Marcy feel better.

Jaw clenching. Hips jerking. Hot blood. Slick wetness. Laura’s gasps and moans.

Finally, finally, Marcy let instinct take over, and it felt so fucking good. Her hands desperately pawed at Laura’s tits through her sundress, but she was careless, didn’t realise how sharp her nails had become since her turning, and she ripped the fabric apart, raked her nails over those soft, perfect breasts, leaving thin red lines and drawing a squeal of pure ecstasy for Laura as she wrapped her arms and legs around Marcy’s back, forcing inch after inch of Marcy’s embarrassingly, brutally thick cock inside her, and god her hot breath in Marcy’s ear felt so fucking good, Marcy so wished she could kiss her right now…

But flowing into her mouth was divine, holy, sweet essence of Laura. Compared to the thin dribble from Laura’s thumb she had been afforded earlier, it was the difference between a single lick of sweet batter from a mixing spoon, and gorging herself on an entire sponge cake, especially because the latter would probably have unfortunate consequences later.

Marcy didn’t care about later.

She drank and drank and drank, taking Laura inside her even as Laura took Marcy inside herself, the overwhelming carnal joy of finally feeding for real mixing with the waves of shuddering, mind-melting pleasure from between the vampire’s legs as she distantly realised that she had just gotten to pop her cherry with the love of her life.

“F-fuck… you c-creepy… v-vampire…”

Laura’s neck muffled Marcy’s pained whimper. More than anything else, more than the blood and the sex and her moans, the constant switches from utter joy to crushing misery kept Marcy’s brain from working properly, kept her in a fog that dampened any thought but Marcy’s most core, most primary drive.

I love Laura. I want Laura.

So Marcy took Laura.

Her rhythm was amateurish and shaky but she smacked her hips against Laura’s, shivering as the most perfect girl in the world took Marcy to the hilt, the feeling so soft and warm and accepting as they slotted together perfectly, every fantasy and dirty daydream blown out of the water by sheer bliss as Marcy experienced a pleasure her weak, frail, mortal body never could have, Alice’s twisted promise under the bleachers fulfilled one hundredfold…

Almost.

Because in every one of those perverted imaginings, Laura had pressed her lips against Marcy’s, soft and pink and perfect, and Marcy’s heart had fluttered as it became deep and passionate.

But Marcy knew she could never tear herself away from Laura’s neck. She tasted too good. Marcy was utterly addicted to Laura, she wanted to taste her forever, even as she internally wailed at how unfair it was that her freakish instincts were marring what should have been a perfect moment-!

And then, with almost no effort at all, Laura pulled Marcy away. The vampire was utterly in her thrall, not resisting one bit, as Laura brought Marcy’s bloodied mouth to her own, and finally gave Marcy the kiss she had been craving, hot blood spilling into Laura’s mouth as the mortal’s tongue danced with Marcy’s, dragging carefully along the girl’s sharp fangs, leaving Marcy’s eyelids fluttering as she utterly melted into the contact. It was too much for the poor, inexperienced Marcy as her hips bucked one last time, and she emptied hot, sterile stickiness into Laura, her moans mixing with the mortal’s as their lips remained locked together, and Laura’s cunt twitched and spasmed as she crashed into her own orgasm. Distantly, Marcy felt deliriously pleased with herself for making Laura feel good enough to cum, in spite of all the damage she had done.

Finally, Laura broke the kiss, and once again Marcy found herself entranced by the mortal girl’s eyes.

“Anything… to say to me now?” Laura panted. Fuck, the way her own blood spilled down her chin… even with the visible puncture marks on her neck, it was almost like Laura had been the one feeding…

Marcy realised with a start that she still had a chance. Even… even with everything she had done, the trust she had broken, the violation she had committed against Laura… if she looked into Laura’s eyes, and begged her to never speak to Marcy again, to send her away, to make Marcy leave her life forever… the girl she loved would obey.

It was that simple.

But Marcy couldn’t help it.

Staring into Laura’s eyes, her deepest, most pathetic desire bubbled to the surface. She felt the air between her and Laura crackle with energy as her willpower spilled across the eye contact, framed by her lips, bloodied from feeding and bruised from kissing. In a single sentence, she finally, utterly betrayed Laura. Betrayed herself.

“P-please… don’t hate me, Laura…”

Laura blinked. For a split second, her face slackened, expressionless.

Then her smirk came back, as cruel as ever.

“God. The way you try to take advantage of me is so shameful, Marcy.”

Marcy’s was already wavering, but this was one humiliation too many for her frayed mind and exhausted body. Her power didn’t even work. She was too pathetic to use the gifts Alice had given her, even if she wanted to. Her will was so weak that Laura could just shrug it off.

Breath slowing, Marcy sank into Laura’s body.

Darkness tugged at her vision, pulling her toward slumber.

She couldn’t fight it. Why not just accept it?

Laura was pretty. And Marcy was weak.

***

Laura gently stroked her beloved’s hair, wincing periodically as the motion stressed the stinging bite on her neck. The poor, exhausted vampire had finally passed out, her head cradled against Laura’s soft, bare breasts. A fond smile split Laura’s pretty features as Marcy’s breathing slowed. As she relaxed. Made herself utterly… totally vulnerable…

This had not been the day Laura was expecting to have. When Marcy had asked to meet alone, at her place, while her parents were away on business, Laura had been confused, but flattered. She had been a little worried Marcy hadn’t noticed all the hints she had been dropping, all the alone time, hugging, handholding… and sure, Marcy didn’t know that Laura had told all her own friends to keep their distance from her girlfriend-to-be, but she’d hoped that being the only one Marcy got to spend much time with would at least give the poor girl a leg up on figuring out what was happening.

Marcy gasped softly in her sleep, shifted her head, and Laura shivered in pleasure as the vampire’s cool cheek brushed against the scratches on her tits.

But nope. Marcy had remained determinedly oblivious to all of Laura’s come-ons, no matter how blatant. Until, Laura had assumed, that evening. So naturally she had greeted Marcy in her thinnest sundress, wearing no underwear beneath it, had tried to get nice and close to her to cuddle, and…

Well. Then Laura had felt like the oblivious one.

But that didn’t matter now. Because seeing just how strong Marcy had been for her, how she had tried to fight those desires just for Laura’s sake… it was intoxicating. Laura’s love for Marcy had rocketed to genuinely dangerous levels, especially as it became clear just how easy it would be to wrap her around Laura’s finger forever.

She almost felt bad about how mean she’d had to be to do it… but Marcy’s reactions to cruelty were so delicious that once she started, she hadn’t been able to stop. One of Laura’s most shameful secrets was that occasionally, when she saw Marcy being bullied… she’d hesitate, for just one moment before stepping in. Never long enough for Marcy to get hurt. Always long enough for Laura to savour what a pretty victim she made.

Hmm…

Perhaps Laura had gone a little far. She didn’t want Marcy to think she hated her.

But she hadn’t been able to resist. That strange, vampiric power had of course worked perfectly. For a brief second, Laura had felt herself become utterly open, as easy to shape as Marcy was. No matter what Marcy had demanded of her, Laura would have gone to the ends of the earth to obey.

It was just a shame Marcy had picked such a redundant command. One that Laura could even tease her over. It was exactly what Laura had expected of her.

She didn’t hate Marcy. How could she? She had loved her before today, and now Laura had found out that the strange, deeply pathetic outcast girl she adored was so much stranger and more pathetic than she had ever imagined, not to mention earnest and honest to a fault. The revelation of Marcy’s undeath had only made Laura more determined to have her forever.

The command to not hate Marcy hadn’t altered a single thing in Laura’s head.

It didn’t matter how alone, mistreated, or hated Marcy felt. In her own viciously cruel and hopelessly enamoured way, Laura would always invite her in.